Page 70 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

AVERY

M addox doesn’t know it, but he’s rescued me.

He thinks I’m angry, but my emotions are much more tangled.

I’m relieved and grateful. Yes, there is a thread of fury at the way he’s purchased me, but at the same time, my pulse quickens.

My insides clench in arousal at the idea of being Maddox’s plaything at the club. Will Kai be there too? Will he watch?

Will I have to do everything they tell me?

I sit up straight at the surge of heat that runs through me at the thought, and discreetly rub my thighs together, hoping to relieve the ache. My nipples are hard, swollen nubs underneath my thin t-shirt.

Maddox is already on his feet. Kai’s getting up. They’re leaving.

I don’t want them to.

It’s been a long day. I’m a little buzzed. Before they got here, I felt tired, exhausted, ground down by the events of the day. But now, I feel alive with anticipation. Nervous energy is running through my body, a nervous energy that I learned on Saturday that Kai and Maddox know how to channel.

My throat is dry. “Do you want a drink?” I glance at the half-empty bottle of Malbec. “Wine? Something else?”

Kai settles back on the couch. “What are you really asking, Avery?”

I’m not used to being this direct. It’s a little scary to tell them outright that I want them. They’re tugging my feelings and my emotions, my needs and wants, out in the open, and I’m not sure I’m ready for such scrutiny. And yes, considering I’m a therapist, it’s bloody ironic.

It’s also incredibly freeing. In the world they belong to, in the world of dominance and submission, being open about your desires isn’t judged.

It’s expected. I remember the way they questioned me at Club M, held my gaze in theirs and asked me what turned me on.

I remember the way they listened, and then made my fantasies a reality.

I rub my thighs together surreptitiously. This time, they notice the movement. “Avery,” Kai prompts again, his voice deepening into a slow, sexy growl. “Tell us.”

“I want you.” I swallow hard. “I want to suck your cocks. I want you to fuck me.” Heat infuses my face as I remember Kai’s words back in the club. “I want you to take my ass.” It takes all the courage I have to look up at them. “I want everything.”

Maddox’s gaze drifts down my body, and then back up to my face.

“Avery,” he says, as soft as silk, as hard as steel.

“So much about what you want… You want our cocks. You want us to fuck you. You want us to take your ass.” His lips tilt up in a half-smile.

“This isn’t about what you want, sweetheart.

It’s about what we want. If I were you, I’d rephrase my request.”

He’s right. I shift in my seat, the restless need pulsing through me like a low, thumping drumbeat. “I want…” Oh God, this is so hard. “I want to please you.”

“Stand up,” Maddox says.

I obey as gracefully as I can after a half-bottle of wine.

“Avery.” His voice is a whisper that caresses my body. “This deal between us…”

“That’s not what this is about. I know that. Can I not ask for this? Just because I want it?”

“I never want you to feel compelled to do anything you don’t want.”

I’m about to be bolder than I’ve ever been in my life. Taking a deep, steadying breath, I whip my t-shirt over my head and shimmy out of my panties. I slide my forefinger between my folds and hold out my hand to them. “Not compelled. Just turned on.”

The blaze in Kai and Maddox’s eyes warms me like a wood fire on a cold winter night. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?” Kai asks, his blue eyes boring into me. “Did Maddox?”

“No.”

Maddox moves behind me. “Anytime you want things to stop,” he whispers, pressing his body into mine. “Just say ‘red.’ Anytime you want things to slow down, say ‘yellow.’ If you’re good, say ‘green.’ Got it?”

I’m getting my first safewords. They’re going to dominate me tonight. Take me for their pleasure. The thought sends a frisson of lust through me.

Maddox feels my shiver. “What were you just thinking?”

My cheeks heat. “Do I have to tell you?” I whisper, mortified at the idea of sharing my most intimate, depraved fantasies.

His tone is implacable. “Yes.”

“I was turned on by the idea of you taking me for your pleasure.”

Maddox’s erection is hard against my ass. “Such a naughty girl,” he says. “Stay here for a second. Can I rummage through your refrigerator?”

I blink in confusion at the sudden change in topic. “Sure.”

I hear him move around in my kitchen, and then he emerges with a tall glass of water, which he sets down on the coffee table in front of Kai.

Then he carries a barstool from my dining nook and positions it in the middle of the living room.

“Sit down. Part your legs. Clasp your hands behind your back. Sit straight and push your chest out.”

I obey the volley of orders, my insides clenching as I assume the lewd position. My boobs are jutting out toward them. My pussy is on display. This is humiliating and embarrassing, and I’ve never been more turned on.

I’m doing this for them. For their pleasure.

Maddox sits next to Kai, leaning back and stretching his legs out. “What should we do with her?” he wonders out loud.

“She did express an interest in sucking our dicks,” Kai responds. He unzips his trousers and pulls out his thick, fat cock. My mouth waters and my nipples pebble as he fists himself lazily. “You want this in your mouth, Avery?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my lips dry.

He gives me a truly wicked grin. “I already told you on Saturday, baby. You’ve got to earn this.”

On Saturday, I’d laughed at him and asked him if that line worked on women. It’s working on me now. I lick my lips and push my chest out even more. “I’d like to.” I keep my gaze on him with difficulty. “How can I earn your cock?”

He groans, and a thrill of pleasure shoots through me. They want me as much as I want them. They just have better control. Much better control.

Kai gets to his feet and prowls toward me, as graceful as a jungle cat.

“I’ve been dreaming about these fabulous tits since Saturday,” he murmurs, moving behind my back.

His hands reach over my shoulders, and he cups my breasts in his palms, squeezing them hard enough that a tiny thread of pain winds through my pleasure.

“I close my eyes and I see you arching toward the flogger, silently begging for more.”

I whimper as he rolls my nipples between his fingers, pinching and pulling the swollen nubs. “I’m going to clamp these in the club,” he says, a dark promise in his voice.

“Will it hurt?”

“Maybe. It’ll make them sensitive. So tender that even the slightest touch will turn you on.”

The slightest touch is already turning me on, Kai.

“Try it,” Maddox replies from his spot on the couch. “You might like it.”

That’s true. Then again, I might hate it too. Sudden insecurity bubbles up to the surface. “You’re a lot more experienced.” I can’t look at them. “What if I don’t like any pain? Will I bore you?”

Kai moves in front of me, putting his fingers on my chin and tilting my face up. “Do I look bored to you?”

He looks like he’s a hunter in pursuit of his prey. His cock is erect, engorged, a drop of precum beading at the tip. His eyelids are hooded, his blue eyes dark with desire. “No.”

“The turn-on is watching you find your limits, Avery,” he murmurs. “Watching you surrender your control to me, trusting that I will give you exactly what you crave deep inside. It’s not a contest about how many strokes of the flogger you can take, or how deep you can take my cock down your throat.”

“But I will get a chance to take your cock down my throat, right?” I know I’m pushing for punishment, but I can’t help myself. I’m being swept along in a swift current of molten desire, and I can’t seem to control the aching, yearning need inside me.

“So mouthy,” Maddox says. “You keep forgetting whose in charge here, Avery. If you don’t behave yourself, I will tie your hands behind your back, and play with your gorgeous cunt all night long, and no matter how prettily you beg for your orgasm, I won’t let you come.”

There’s a lurch of excitement within me at his threat, mingled with dread. He wouldn’t do that, would he?

“Yes, I would.”

Another shiver runs through me. This is so hot. I’ve become this needy, primal creature, aching to feel their touch, waiting for them to claim me, willing to do whatever it takes to earn my orgasm.

I haven’t noticed Kai moving away until he walks back to me, his eyes gleaming. “We don’t have clamps here,” he murmurs. “But we can improvise.” He opens his palm, and there’s an ice cube there. “Ask me to use it on you.”

I squirm in my seat. “Please Kai,” I force through dry lips. “Please tease my nipples with the ice.”

He presses an open-mouth kiss on my neck.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he says. “I’ll be happy to.

” He runs the cube over my swollen, engorged nipples, and I whimper as the bone-chilling cold bites into me, first sharp and painful, and then numbing.

Another flood of heat seeps down my pussy as I force myself to stay still and keep thrusting my chest out.

I’m so hot, so close. If one of them as much as touches my clit, I’m going to shatter.

“Fuck me, that’s hot.” Maddox is naked—when did that happen?—and he’s fisting his cock, his eyes on my breasts. “So needy. I can see how wet you are from across the room, Avery. I can smell your arousal. You’re soaked, baby.”

God, that’s mortifying. But true.

“Go to him,” Kai orders. “Stand between his thighs and ask him to lick your pussy.”

I’m so keyed up that I don’t protest. I slide off the barstool and take small steps over to Maddox, my pussy heavy and swollen with desire, each step setting sparks flaring through my body. I stand between his thighs, my eyes resting hungrily on his cock. “Please lick my pussy, Maddox.”

“It’s not your pussy,” he corrects. “When we’re like this, it’s my pussy. Try again.”